Page 79 of Carnival Shadows

“You’re mine,” he growls, grinding me against his growing hardness. “Every inch of you belongs to me now.”

“Yes,” I breathe, arching into his touch. The possessiveness in his voice makes me dizzy with need. I’d dreamed of this during those weeks of watching him from afar—being claimed, owned, consumed by his darkness.

His fingers tangle in my hair, pulling my head back to expose my throat. “My beautiful little stalker.” His teeth graze my pulse point. “So perfect for me.”

I roll my hips against him, drawing a harsh groan from his chest. The lounger creaks beneath us as Remy’s grip tightens, sure to leave bruises. Just how I like it.

“Please,” I whimper as his free hand slides up my thigh.

“Beg prettier than that, Eden.”

I gasp as Remy’s fingers slide beneath my bikini bottoms, teasing but not giving me what I need. The sun beats down on my exposed skin as I writhe in his lap, desperate for more contact.

“Please, Remy. I need you.” My voice comes out breathless, needy. “Make me yours.”

His dark chuckle vibrates against my throat. “You’re already mine, little stalker. Have been since the first time I caught you watching me.” His thumb circles my clit, making me buck against his hand. “Remember how wet you got, hiding in the shadows while I worked?”

“Yes,” I moan, remembering those early days of obsession. How I’d sneak around the carnival grounds, camera in hand, collecting evidence of his criminal activities while secretly fantasizing about him catching me. “I wanted you so badly.”

“And now?” His fingers press inside me, curling just right. “Tell me what you want now.”

I clutch his shoulders, grinding down on his hand. “I want you to fuck me. Right here, where anyone could see.” The thrill of potential discovery makes my inner walls clench around his fingers. “Show everyone who I belong to.”

Remy growls, capturing my mouth in a bruising kiss. His teeth catch my lower lip as he withdraws his fingers, leaving me empty and aching. The loss only lasts a moment before he shifts me, positioning me exactly how he wants me on top of him.

“Such a good girl,” he croons against my lips. “My perfect little stalker, so desperate for my cock.”

I whimper as he pushes my bikini bottoms aside, the head of his cock teasing my entrance. The beach stretches empty in both directions, but the possibility of being caught makes everything more intense.

The sun beats down on my exposed skin while his hands grip my hips, controlling my movements.

“That’s it,” he growls against my neck. “Take all of me.”

My nails dig into his shoulders as I sink down onto him completely. The position leaves me vulnerable, exposed to anyone who might walk by our secluded stretch of beach. The thought only heightens my arousal.

“Please,” I whimper, trying to move faster. But Remy’s grip keeps me still, forcing me to feel every inch of him.

“Patience.” His teeth graze my throat. “I love watching you squirm.”

I clench around him, drawing a harsh groan from his chest. His control slips just enough for me to roll my hips, taking him deeper.

“Fuck,” he hisses, one hand sliding up to tangle in my hair. “You’re so perfect for me.”

The lounger creaks beneath us as Remy finally allows me to move. I ride him slowly at first, savoring the delicious friction. His free hand slips between us, finding my clit with practiced ease.

“Such a good slut,” he praises, watching me fall apart. “Give me everything you’ve got.”

I increase my pace, chasing my release. Remy’s fingers work magic on my sensitive flesh while his cock hits that perfect spot inside me. The combination of pleasure and exposure pushes me closer to the edge.

“I’m close,” I pant, grinding down harder. “Please, Remy.”

His grip tightens in my hair, pulling my head back to expose my throat. “Come for me, Eden. Let the entire population of fucking Mexico hear who you belong to.”

I cry out as my orgasm crashes through me, my inner walls clenching around Remy’s thick length. The sun blazes againstmy exposed skin as I ride out the waves of pleasure, his fingers still working my clit.

“That’s it,” he growls, his hips snapping up to meet mine. “Take what you need.”

Aftershocks ripple through me. Remy’s grip on my hair tightens, keeping me exactly where he wants me as he chases his release. The position leaves me completely at his mercy, just how I like it.

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